Missing scene from The Idiot's Lantern - between the time the Doctor and Rose chase down a car in daylight and when they return to Tommy's house at night.
"Why are we stopping?" Rose put her feet down as the Doctor did the same.
"Aren't you starving? I'm starving. And where do you go when you're starving?" The Doctor looked up at the sign on the restaurant. "Amelia's Cafe. Amelia would agree."
"Well, yeah, but monsters! Shouldn't we be checking out monsters?" Rose asked as the Doctor helped her off the scooter, which was still a bit less than graceful. Maybe she should just slide off the back next time.
"Never fight monsters on an empty stomach, Rose. Rule number, ooh, three when fighting monsters."
"Mmm hmm. A rule you just made up now."
"Never!" The Doctor opened the door to the small cafe. "There are hard and fast rules when it comes to fighting monsters!"
A few heads turned.
Rose cleared her throat. "Monsters of hunger, that is. Am I right?" A few eyebrows were raised at her before people turned back to their food. Rose scurried after the Doctor who had already plunked himself down in a booth, oblivious to any social faux pas.
"Oh, brilliant! A little music box on the table!" He whipped out his glasses and studied the selections before inserting a coin. Soon 'Don't Let The Stars Get In Your Eyes' played in the restaurant and the Doctor turned his attention to the menu. "No hot dogs?"
Rose smirked. "Maybe if you asked for a children's menu."
"And what did you have for lunch the other day? Oh, that's right. A hot dog. Don't knock the dogs!" the Doctor said with a hand-wave.
The bemused waitress stopped in front of them, probably by now having decided they were complete nutters. "Have you decided?" she asked.
The Doctor squinted at her. "What exactly do you put in your meat pies? No no. Never mind. I'd rather be surprised. One of those and a large order of chips. And some milk. It's cow's milk, right? Not cat or anything. Never cared for the taste of that. Oh, right. That trend's later. Milk, please."
Rose could only imagine what the waitress' face looked like after that. Which was why she wasn't looking. "Ham sandwich, water and I'll eat his chips."
"No, you won't!" the Doctor protested. "Two orders of chips."
"You only ever eat a handful."
"Two orders. One for me and one for the chip stealer."
"Just so you know, the chips aren't from cats," the waitress said before moving off to the kitchen with the order. It was undoubtedly sarcasm, but Rose still wasn't looking at her face.
"What an odd thing to say," the Doctor said, scratching at his chin.
"So, Doctor." Rose nudged his leg with her foot and leaned forward. "Since these monster-fighting rules aren't made up, how's about you let me in on them?" she asked in a low voice.
The Doctor grinned. "I suppose it would be all right filling you in on these very important, secret rules."
"Oh, so they're secret as well?"
"Very secret."
"Razz my berries!"
The Doctor smirked. "Now, if we weren't in the Fifties, miss Rose Tyler..."
Rose softly whacked his leg with her foot again while unable to keep the giant grin off her face.
"Right," he said, taking off his glasses. "You already know Rule Three, which is why we're here."
"Yeah."
"Rule Two: when in doubt, run."
"Hmm. A bit chicken if you ask me."
"Did I say run away? To something, from something. When you don't know what's going on, may as well leave or get somewhere quicker. That way there'll be more time for tea later as opposed to cutting the red wire with one second to spare."
"I thought we were talking about fighting monsters."
"You've never seen a monster with a bomb? Really now, Rose."
"All right, all right."
"So Rule Two directly relates to Rule One: Always always always wear practical shoes."
Rose stuck her leg out beyond the table. "Whoops."
"Ah, but we're covered by Rule Four, which is that 'Rule One doesn't matter if you have a blue Vespa.'"
"I feel like I should write these down or something," Rose said, trying not to laugh.
"No need. Got 'em all up here." The Doctor tapped at his head. "Oh! And never ever fight monsters on your own, which is...Rule A, and so is more important than the numbered rules."
"That's a great rule."
That was a great rule. And one that made her stop and actually think about the fact that she was in 1953, having something to eat before going off to stare down something that would probably turn out to be a giant slug or something else slimy. And she wouldn't trade it for anything in the universe because of who was sitting across from her.
"I'm partial to it myself," he said with a broad smile, putting his hand on hers that had been resting on the table.
"Meat pie, ham sandwich, two orders of chips, water and cat-free milk," the waitress announced, plunking the food on the table.
"Brilliant!" the Doctor said, attacking the chips.
"Yeah, brilliant," Rose agreed, and gave the waitress a big smile.
